Oh man I’m such a disorganised mess. It was my dad’s birthday on the weekend so he arranged a birthday dinner. Just to be sure he sent a text with a google map link of where the restaurant was and the time of the dinner. Rookie mistake when you have me for a son. Anyway a week and a half passes and it’s time for his dinner. So I’m on the way and my sister called and asks if I’m there yet and I realise oh shit I’ve gotten the time of the event wrong and I’m now late. Then I get to the restaurant and realise oh shit there’s two of these (that’s super confusing though right?) and I’ve gone to the wrong one.
So now I’m running around the city and rushing poor Talia along until we get into a taxi and strike gold with the absolute best taxi driver I’ve ever gotten. The dude was a fucking machine. Those yellow lights meant NOTHING to him he was shooting through at 80 km/h through the CBD weaving through slow taxi drivers and elderly people. Was glorious. Anyway ended up getting there like 40 minutes late but to my dad’s credit he just laughed. It’s only taken him 63 years but he’s finally just accepted who I am as a person and that’s nice I think. Just wish he was more like that when he was forcing me to do air cadets in high school. Oh man did that end badly. Anyway soz dad. Happy birthday though. Much love.
– Lonely Kids Club